Trash to Trash
Да не знаю я, какой рисунок сюда пихать!
Типа это будет сонга. Когда-нибудь. Стиль музыки, думаю, узнаваем.
Сорри, мне надо просто это было бахнуть, ибо я был зол и ваще. А так - всем мир.
U know no golden mean, u are the ace-deuce,
U were less than nothing, now u have juice,
Still the worst but yet the first,
From zero to anti-hero
Your face is pretty
Your brain is witty
Your soul is shitty
Wide open u make it, sell yourself, get naked,
No fake it, come take it!
Everybody here wants a blatant story
Every scandal adds more points to your glory
Every dirty word gets multi-repeated
Someone’s wanna moralize u? Beat it!
That’s how u socialize – no lies, no disguise
‘Mirrors of the soul’ are called the eyes
Yours are like 2 oceans, bright and blue-green,
With the loads of waste lying’ deep within
They say that words cut and, goddamn, that is true:
Invisible daggers are always with u
A poem’s a poem, ev’n spoken on streets,
All full of bile truth and supported by beats
Feel free, speak your mind, curse and lash, blame and poke -
A gag without sneering makes just a poor joke
And fuck ‘those poor fools who feel so in a huff:
Why don’t they strike back with their own strong stuff?!
Creatin’ is gift, and words do can heal
But your ABC is a weapon still
Your word is a tommy-gun
So come on man, make fun
Attack those who deserve it
Vengeance is a cold dish, anger is a hot one, so go and serve it
Shake a hypocrite off his tower
Be the first to call bluff a twister
Kill the power
Shock the system
You’re a poet for Christ’s sake, u are legendary
Your language is richer than the Oxford Dictionary
While a gangsta makes a long arm for his gun, u are so quick on the draw
U can make your rimes become stronger than the law!
But your talent appears to be arms in wrong hands
Your word sheds tears, hurts and cuts and brands
Your gift becomes the tool of evil, often brings nothing but the harm
If that talent could be cut off like some smashed sore arm
Pulled out like a poisonous claw
Goddamn u, how low can u go?
It’s OK to be a rude boy
But the other’s heart is not your toy
U throw a man into a pit
Just for the fuckin’ fun of it!
The tackier he is, the heavier’s your crown
I bet then u think something like, ‘Touch down!’
But I hope in the end you’ll repent
And regret ‘bout the years u have spent
With that festering hole in your chest
When the time comes for u to go west
Toxic tears gonna burn your eyes out
And I know that u won’t dare to shout
All is fair
When your world comes to crash:
Dust to dust
Filth to filth
Trash to trash.